Chapter 3 - Saturday - Heather

My apologies for this next installment taking such a long time. Life has given me many interruptions...

Thank you for taking a moment to stop in and read my content. I originally wrote this for myself with no intention to share. But I thought what the heck, did some hasty editing and started posting. I am open to all comments, suggestion, ideas, etc. I hope to write other content as well as I get going.

This is a complete work of fiction. All characters 18+

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be well

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"Patrick...?"

I wake to a soft voice and a gentle touch on my arm. Rolling over, I look up... and she is there... smiling down at me. She is wonderfully beautiful, her green eyes sparkling, her pretty face wrapped in a veil of tousled, blond hair, a white robe hanging from her shoulders.

"sir... it's 5:15... I have breakfast on the way up and have everything ready for you to shower and be dressed in time to leave at 6:00.

I smile up at her, sleep still clouding my eyes. Reaching up, I pull her face down, kissing her warmly.

"Good Morning my sweet!"

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Heather kisses him deeply, sighing, feeling her desires rise quickly. But she knows he doesn't have enough time... at least not enough time for him to enjoy himself... and she wants any sexual service she provides to be absolutely wonderful... and not rushed. She wonders briefly if this is what it's like to be a courtesan. Patrick pulls at her playfully as she separates herself from his arms, giggling.

"We don't have time! I hope you don't mind but I peeked at your phone to see when you need to leave..." she says, getting up, pulling back the blinds, letting the early sun into the room.

"Ok, ok... " he laughs, sitting up, the blankets slipping from his naked body.

Heather feels a wonderful twinge as she looks at him, remembering last night.

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Heather takes my hand and moves me into the restroom. She pushes me into the large walk-in shower before dropping her robe and following me in. She starts washing me deliberately... starting with my hair... then moving over my body with liberal amounts of body wash. After finishing my torso, back and arms, she kneels, laughing as the shower hits her in the face. I step in front of it, blocking the spray and she smiles up at me. Slowly, she washes my feet and up my legs. As she reaches my cock and balls, I am standing fully erect and throbbing.

"Sir... we don't have time for that... you will just have to relax!" she giggles.

She gently washes my raging cock and heavy balls, before rinsing away the soap. Making sure I am fully clean, she leans in and kisses the head of my cock lightly, giggling playfully before pulling me out of the shower. She towels me off, finishing just as the front bell rings.

"I'll get breakfast set up on the patio," she smiles, slipping into her robe, heading to the door.

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Heather revels in his hard, manly body throughout the shower, and as she heads to get the kitchen service, she wonders at this girl she has become... one who washes a man she honestly hardly knows... one who playfully kisses his rock hard cock... a tingle washes up her entire body as she remembers last night again.

She moves quickly, setting up the food in the early morning light, the sounds of the city waking up drifting through the air. As she finishes, Patrick walks out freshly shaved and wearing a robe. They enjoy their breakfast, sharing some light conversation before he checks his watch.

"I have a car picking me up in 15..." he says.

"Sir, please... I want to help you..." Heather says, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom.

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Heather moves to the closet, pulling out a light blue shirt, gray slacks and a black jacket. Kneeling, she helps me step into the boxers, sliding them up, tucking my rapidly growing penis in.

"Sir... I love your cock, but we'll have to wait until later!" she laughs, blushing.

Before long, she has helped me into my clothing, socks, shoes, belt... everything. I smile as she stands in front of me, primping, fixing my hair a little, before stepping back, appraising me.

"You look wonderful sir!"

"Thank you Heather!" I smile, leaning in for a quick kiss. "You are such a good girl!"

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Heather shivers at his words...

'Good Girl'

Patrick takes her hand and walks to the door.

"Please turn around Heather."

Heather looks curiously at him and turns. She feels his hands at her shoulder and neck, then she hears the faint click and the collar she has been wearing since yesterday slips from her neck. And yet, as he removes it, feeling the satin leaving her skin... she instantly misses it.

"sir..." she whispers... not entirely believing she is saying it... "... I want to wear your collar... please..."

His hands move over her shoulders and she sees the necklace in his fingers, a delicate chain with a small o-ring, a small brilliant diamond in the center. Patrick slowly draws the ends around her neck, and she feels the chain on her skin, snug, but not tight. A faint click reaches her ears and his fingers trail down her neck. His strong hands turn her to the mirror by the door. He looks over her shoulder as she looks at the diamond winking at her throat.

"I'm very pleased that you wish to wear my collar today. Remember what it means... you belong to me Heather Pierce."

Heather looks into his eyes in the mirror, meeting his stare.

"yes. sir." she says quietly, a wild shiver washing through her entire body.

"good girl," Patrick says, and her knees almost buckle.

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I grab my sport coat and Heather takes it from my hands, holding it out for me. I slip into the arms and shrug it over my shoulders. She carefully smooths it over my arms and fusses at the collar.

"I am going to leave Marco with you for the day. I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty to have all the clothing, jewelry, phone, laptop, everything... picked up from your place and brought here... You'll find it all tucked into the closet. I will be busy all day again, likely not back until later evening. Your purse is there, so please use the Onyx card to cover any expenses... enjoy the city... Marco knows his way around. And here's your phone."

Patrick hands her the phone and Heather looks down, not really looking forward to the day without him. And in a familiar gesture, he lifts her chin with his hand.

"I will miss you too my sweet... more than I can tell you. But I am VERY happy you are here. You give me something to look forward to after the long day ahead."

Heather smiles and he leans in for a long, slow kiss before heading out the door.

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I hate to leave her, still savoring the night before, wanting to turn around and forget my day and simply enjoy her in bed all day long, but I know I can't. Yet she wears my collar, asked for my collar... she belongs to me. As I get into the service car, I struggle to turn my mind to the business of the day.

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Heather slips back into bed for a bit, napping lightly before rising, and jumping in the shower. She remembers her visit with Tony and wants to be ready if he calls. Before long, she has slipped into the long orange floral skirt and white, button-up T-shirt before moving out through the patio doors. She explores the wonderful outdoor space, potted trees, shrubs and flowers lining the edges, with a small pool in the middle and a wonderful sitting area near the front overlooking Central park. She sits by the wall, her arms over the edge, looking out at the majestic view, fingering the delicate necklace she now wears, the symbol of why she is here.

Her mind moves back over the past two weeks. How did a simple little note on her desk lead to her sitting on this beautiful patio overlooking New York City? She can't even imagine what this wonderful spot might have cost. She knows in her mind that what she is doing is completely crazy. But, in spite of the chaos life has become, she is happier than she has been in a very long time. And while the clothes and the car and the pure opulence he showers on her are ridiculous, it's not why she wants to be here.

During these two weeks, she has learned so much about herself she didn't even know. She tingles as she remembers all the wild and powerful and scintillating orgasms... beyond anything she could have imagined. He has effortlessly and completely woken her sexuality, long dormant deep inside. And it isn't just her own orgasms she marvels at... but her sexual appetite for... him... his touch... his lips... his cock. Another shiver runs through her as she remembers releasing him into her mouth last night. And to her own shock, she eagerly wants more!

Beyond the sexual things, she is amazed at her want and desire to be his good girl. She thoroughly enjoyed taking care of him this morning... washing him, dressing him, getting his food... a very small price to give for this world he is showing her, but she doesn't really think of it as paying for the gifts he has given her. It's much different. She feels as if she is receiving more from being submissive and obedient to him, than he is getting. And she wants to keep going, to keep finding ways, even the simple things, to serve him.

Another wonderful revelation about this world he is showing her... confidence. She has always been shy, ever since childhood. She isn't socially awkward, but has never really been sure of herself around people. And her relationship failures caused her to withdraw and think of herself as unwanted. Yet, to her surprise, Patrick has ripped this insecurity from her. He loves her body. Her thin shape. Her breasts which never seemed large enough. Her large lips... what she has thought of as gross, ugly and unsightly. He has seen it all and shown her desire and wanting beyond anything she would have thought possible.

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I struggle to maintain focus as the morning passes, pouring through documents and charters and letters of incorporation. I want to save this company, to find a loop hole, yet my mind keeps going back to the treasure left behind. I think of her sleeping, tucked under the covers... and all I want to do is join her there, to lay next to her beautiful and naked body, to take the final step in making her mine... to have her give her entire body to me. I snap out of it with a slight smile, returning to the futile task at hand.

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"Heather, good morning! You are a sight this morning! Thank you for meeting me..." Tony smiles, taking her hand and kissing the back in a completely gentlemanly gesture

The little cafe is right next to the condo building and he leads her to a table on the sidewalk in a corner under a potted tree. After a few pleasantries and ordering coffee and some pastries, a playful light grows in his eye.

"Heather, you wish to help Patrick still?"

"Yes, more than anything. But how can I help him? I don't know anything about business." Heather says, pulling his Mercantile Bank key from her purse, handing it back to Tony.

"Grazie my dear, you understand the significance of a Mercantile key," he smiles, his eyes falling to the key hanging outside her white shirt, then he sighs. "I know this Mark Anderson that troubles Patrick's business dealings. He is a pig. He is a liar. He is a cheat. And he is my brother in law," he frowns.

"What? I don't understand..." Heather hesitates.

"My Lorena lost her Alexander, a great man... to cancer some years ago. A few years ago, out of the blue, she comes to me with this Mark, and they had eloped. I knew very soon his intentions were no good, I knew just from the sight of him. And all my worst fears have come true. He treats her poorly. He cheats on her. And she cannot leave him. I think he holds something over her, or perhaps it is fear. He took over Lombardi through this. He sells the company for his own gain, and steals from my Lorena." Tony gets animated as he continues. "He controls her, keeps her from being happy in this life. This, I cannot tolerate, yet I cannot interfere directly."

Tony sits back, his face a mask of disgust and anger. Heather absorbs what he has told her wondering what could she possibly do to help.

"Tony. I'm very sorry to hear about Lorena..." she sits forward, taking the older man's hand in hers. "I'd do anything to help you... and if it saves Lombardi and all those people, then everyone wins!"

Tony smiles and sits up, a happy light spreading on his face.

"I knew from the moment you slapped the rude man last night, Patrick has found himself a good woman," he laughs, patting her hands with a huge smile.

Tony stares at her for a moment, as if measuring her. Heather simply holds his eyes, calm, ready for whatever he might say.

"You know of this place... The St. Laurent.. yes?"

"Yes! What a lovely place... Madeline and her people are wonderful..."

"Yes, Madeline is a fine woman. I know of them too... and so too, Mark. He will be a guest there at 11:00. He will be a pig. He will act poorly. If the right woman..." he smiles and winks... "happens to be in parlor when he arrives... he will display his character to this woman... and whoever else might be interested..."

Heather smiles... she knows where Tony is going with it.

"I can be that woman, Tony..." she says quietly, feeling the conspiracy in his voice.

"I know this my sweet dear," he smiles softly. "Another... 'opportunity' is to 'borrow' his Mercantile Bank key..."

Tony gestures to the key hanging from Heather's neck. Heather fingers the old key, looking at it in a new light.

"I believe a person might visit the Mercantile Bank quickly... during his massage... borrowing his key...with a little help from friends."

Tony's face is calm but a twinkle in his eye gives away his delight in the conspiracy he lays out.

"Tony... what is in the box at the bank?"

Tony smiles like a child playing.

"documents... a prenuptial... and others... blackmail to members of the board, these keep the maiale... " Tony almost spits the words. "...keeps him in power. His visit to Madeline provides an opportunity... an opportunity which I cannot take. I cannot be involved in any dealing of Mark... I try to warn Lorena, but she only get angry, tell me to stay away... I know it will hurt her, but I don't want to see her suffer any longer.

"I understand Tony. Please let me help."

"Giovana," Tony smiles. "You touch an old man's heart. But I fear, in letting you help, I will be further in your debt. Yet, I do so for honor and pride... and would do anything to free Lorena from her sadness... to have my old Lorena back. I wish to see happiness in her eyes again. "

"Tony, please... I will call us even if we can save Lombardi. Patrick has been horribly stressed about what he believes will happen. He is frustrated that he has not found a way around it all. I really want to help!"

"Yes, I knew Patrick had a wonderful girl..." he smiles suddenly! "My sweet girl, we have much to do if we are to be ready for Mark's date at the St. Laurent!" He turns suddenly to a man a short distance behind him, sitting at a public bench, his face hidden in a paper. "

"Marco? Are you willing to help us with our business?"

Heather turns and there is Marco. He smiles, standing, taking Tony's offered hand.

"Heather, Tony here has been trying to get me to come work for him for years. But a debt of honor keeps me with Patrick, one I am only too happy to oblige."

"An honorable debt is a reasonable explanation and we hold no ill will towards Patrick in it," Tony grins.

Heather laughs as they all stand to leave, yet she wonders about this debt and what passed between Patrick and Marco so long ago.

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An hour later, Heather, Marco, Tony... and Madeline sit quietly in her private office. Tony lays out his plan.

"Mr. Anderson does frequent our house, Mr Conti..."

"Please Madeline... call me Tony..."

"Tony..." she smiles... "and he is not an honored guest. Most of the girls dislike him for many reasons... verbal abuse... groping... soliciting... just to start. We will help you in any way we can."

"Excellente! I mush speak with Patrick soon and find out where he finds such wonderful, brave and bellisimo women!"

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I am buried in my research, my frustration continuing to grow. Sitting back, I turn my chair and stare out at the skyline below, my mind racing. Yet, as has happened all morning, my thoughts go to Heather, hoping she is having a good day, wondering what she is doing, knowing Marco is watching over her. My thoughts go to the evening before, how sexy and incredibly hot she was in the gold dress at dinner... yet before long, I am reliving the later evening, in bed with her... her servicing me...

I shiver and feel my cock responding quickly, chuckling at myself. Never before has a woman held my attention like Heather. And I can't wait to be back with her tonight. I know the final step will come tonight... she will give herself to me... and then my journey towards wholly owning her will be complete.

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Heather lays back on the table under Mara's careful attention as she touches up the Ogham script between her breasts. It was still in nearly perfect shape after the showers, but she asked for it to be touched up and Mara was happy to oblige. She closes her eyes as Mara's ink tool moves lightly over her skin, thinking back to the day before. The sudden plane ride, her visit to The St. Laurent, the incredible evening with Patrick... and after. She revisits the previous night, shivering as she recalls what she did... her... conservative Heather... sucking on his gorgeous cock... feeling him in her hands, in her mouth... savoring his taste... drinking him like a slutty whore... She gasps as her nipples go instantly erect, her pussy getting immediately damp.

"You ok Heather? Do you need a blanket?"

"no... I'm fine Mara..." she blushes.

"Must have been quite a night!" Mara giggles, giving her a knowing smile.

Heather laughs and covers her face in her hands.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes! and oh my god, Heather... please don't be embarrassed. All the girls here have been talking about Patrick for years, trying to figure when someone was going to capture him..." she pauses, looking up, holding her eyes... "and everyone here who worked with you yesterday is VERY happy... for you and for him. He means a great deal to us all... we know the part he played in getting the St. Laurent off the ground. And you are the sweetest woman."

"Thank you Mara!" Heather smiles, still blushing.

"besides," she grins playfully, "if we didn't like you, someone would have poisoned you by now!"

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I plow through my work but continue to be horribly distracted. I want to call her, want to call Marco and make sure she is ok. The only information I've gotten so far is she went back to visit Madeline. But that is my fate, to be in this small office, pouring over this work, wanting to be with her, yet knowing I can't... not yet. But I look forward to the evening... to want comes next.

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Heather is soon in the dressing area with Madeline, standing in only a white robe. Madeline walks around her a couple times, deep in thought, appraising, regarding her. And she feels a little awkward, wondering if she will pass this second inspection.

"Please don't worry Heather, you are a goddess. I simply wish to consider what would display your natural... gifts... but also without making you seem cheap." she says as if knowing what Heather is thinking.

After another minute or so, Madeline pulls a striking red halter dress from the rack. Before she knows it, Heather is walking into the parlor of the St. Laurent. The dress is revealing and sexy, much of her back exposed, a deep v dropping below her breasts, showing her cleavage, displaying her breasts, including the ogham script from the night before... Good Girl. The stars have all been removed by Mara and she has Patrick's Mercantile Bank key in her clutch at Tony's suggestion, hiding something that Mark might notice.